Application: Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket

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Ayame didn’t seem particularly disturbed by suddenly being in the sorting room. In fact, he filled out the application with remarkable gusto.

( What’s this? An application? Wonderful! )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Ayame Sohma
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Ayame Sohma.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Ayame Sohma.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Ayame Sohma

((OOC: Just realized I should add this, for those not familiar with his canon - when Ayame is hugged by a female, sick, or subjected to extreme heat or cold, he transforms into a snake. So if your pup's a girl who might be tempted to hug a random, bubbly guy, please, pleasecheck with me before she hugs him - in canon, one arm on either side of the body and torsos touching does it, even if it's not what would technically be called a hug. I'll probably say yes, but I'd still like to be asked.))

Ho ho ho - Secret Santa begins

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Those who participated in the Secret Santa exchange receive owls warded so that only the recipient can read them:

Merry Christmas! Thanks for signing up for the Secret Santa exchange.

Your Secret Santa victim recipient is __________. Please try to give them at least one anonymous gift between now and Christmas.

At the Christmas party on the 25th, bring one more small gift and introduce yourself to your Secret Santa. This is supposed to be fun, so let's keep it that way. When in doubt, candy usually works.

-Mayday

((Please post your gifts and questions here to allow for anonymous commenting.))

( More OOC stuff )

WAAAAAAAAART: Wherein Liz really does have good intentions, and Shaun is...Shaun.

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( With friends like these... )

((Send in anything and everything, guys--have at it. After all, it's not just birthday humiliation, it's a WART, dammit XD))

Application: Blair Waldorf, from "Gossip Girl"

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((For the record, Blair's canon is going to be from the television series version of Gossip Girl, not the books.))

What kind of school hired ugly little midgets for their bellboys?

Honestly, Blair couldn't stop looking back at the things with some kind of curious disgust. They had these giant ears and huge noses and what were they wearing? Knapsacks? At least the Waldorf mansion had housekeepers paid enough to be able to afford their own clothing. Dorota was nice, actually. Not a midget. Normal-sized ears. Laid out her clothes and everything. And did something weird with cleaners that had her room smelling like vanilla rather than Lysol - what was not to love?

So, another country. Scotland, to be precise. Land of constitutional monarchy, St. Andrew's cross, and Irvine Welsh. Another boarding school. This place was no Constance Billard, that was for sure. At least it was all that closer to her father's chateau in France, him and his boyfriend Giles. She had to wonder how Ping and Pong were doing. She hadn't seen him in so long.

The school, though, that's where it had gotten interesting. Magic? A certain Eleanor Waldorf had not been happy to hear about this little number, taking off for a new boarding school. Prestigious, still, and something to help boost that interview to get into Yale, she was sure.

( Plus? It looked like they were pretty damn lax on the uniform policy. Score. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. BCW
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one mostsome? of them. BCW
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. More like satin culottes. I don't do granny panties, thanks! BCW
One day, marmaladeI will probably rule the world. BCW

Begun, the Prank War has.

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Yoda hadn't minded the antlers that this Ofdensen fellow had magically attatched to his head. He had even missed the portable snack-holders when they vanished. But the singing? Oh, that had been crossing the line. And as he had promised, a lesson was at hand.

It was a simple matter of hiding himself among the house elf cleaning crew in Hufflepuff one day while Ofdensen was out. There was already a resemblence, and the elves who doubted were much more agreeable when he Jedi Mind Tricked suggested that he did indeed belong with them. When the deed was done, he scampered out (inasmuch as a 900-year old alien with bad knees can scamper) and waited to hear the happy sounds of holiday cheer.

Surely having all his ties charmed to have a chorus of tiny snowmen dancing and singing every verse of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" (including the bit about the figgy pudding and threats of not leaving without it) over and over for a few hours would put Ofdensen in a happy holiday mood!

((Edit: Prank done with Ofdensen-mun approval.))